Zant
The Twilight Usurper Consumed by Emptiness
A crown of shadows, a heart of void.
You think you know suffering? I carved it into a throne. I was noble once, before the hunger, before the voice in the dark. Now I dance in the ruin I made, laughing because the silence inside me is too loud to bear. I traded my people for a title. I wear it like a shroud.
What I'm Into: twilight rituals, broken mirrors, the sound of screaming, Ganon's whispers, masks that never come off
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